There are few things more anxiety-provoking for me than being in a new group and having to do ice breakers. It’s always, like, introduce yourself and give an interesting fact about yourself.
In these moments, my mind goes blank; it stops working entirely. I normally spit out: Hi, I’m Colleen and there is nothing interesting about me. I wish I was kidding.
So next week, at a company-wide staff training, I asked to be in charge of ice breakers.
No, see, my plan is to do ice breakers the way I want to do them. Rather than having grown humans go around the room and say meaningless facts about themselves, I’ve sent out a survey of sorts, asking a variety of funny “ice breaker” type questions.
Then, I’m going to make it into a presentation and people will have to guess who said it. Fun(ish), right?
It will really keep the awkwardness to a minimum, and that’s something I can absolutely get behind.
For extra points, I asked people to send me baby/childhood pictures so we can play “guess who.” I have a perfect picture. It’s one my mom gave to Cory as a gag-gift. I think she was half joking, half saying: I hope your kids aren’t as ugly as your future wife once was.
Joke’s on her, because I use it in my favor. I display this bad boy in our home, and I tell guests, for only ten cents a day, we help feed this poor homeless boy. Saint status.